I tried to read the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett in 2011, and I couldn’t get into it. I didn’t choose The Calamity Club on purpose either. I wanted to try an audio book so I would have something to listen to on long walks – and I randomly chose the first book that popped up on my Audible app. I might note that this is the first time I have “read” an audio book. In written form it’s 640 pages long.

The story plays in Oxford, Mississippi, in 1933,  during the height of the Great Depression. Nobody is doing well, and even many rich families are losing everything. The poor can barely survive.

Meg Lefleur was nine years old when she was abandoned by her single mother on  Christmas Eve. She was put into the Lafayette County Orphan Asylum for girls where she spent two years being abused. The big girls don’t get adopted very often, so they are neglected until they are twelve, old enough to be shipped off to factories as child slave labor.  Eleven years old as the story unfolds, Meg has learned that there is nobody she can rely on and trust but herself.

Birdie Calhoun, at age 24 and unmarried, she is the older of two sisters in a small town in the Mississippi Delta, taking care of her mother and grandmother, living in poverty.  She works as a bookkeeper. When times get desperate, she travels to Oxford where her socialite younger sister Francis has married into a banker family. She has the humiliating assignment of asking her sister’s family for money to help them get by.

She find out that everything is not as it seems.  The Depression has closed in on her sister’s family and the banking business is not going well. She quickly learns that she appears to be the only one in the family who grasps the severity of the situation they are in – they are about to lose their house to foreclosure. As life around her collapses on all sides, Birdie is the only resourceful person around, trying to remain positive and holding things together.

The entire book is told from the points of view of Meg, the child, how she sees her life, and how she copes with the abuse in the orphanage, and Birdie, the young adult. The two cross paths as Birdie volunteers at the orphanage, and their tenuous friendship ends up with huge implications for both of their lives and the lives of many others they come in contact with.

Almost all the main characters are women. The story deals with racism in the south, segregation, hypocrisy, the abuse of women on all levels, legal, societal, at the workplace, and in the home. It makes life in the 1930ies in the American South come under a spotlight, bright, depressing and often frightening.

As I said above, I didn’t read this book, I HEARED it. And it made an amazing difference. The narrators are January LaVoy, for Birdie, and Jenna Lamia for Meg. Both are extraordinary. They change their voices to a lower octave to simulate the voices of men, they take on accents of the various characters, so you can actually see in your head who is talking by the voice and the accent. Both narrators are doing a phenomenal job in that respect. I wouldn’t want to read this book now, because I’d miss the voices. I want to hear it again.

To top it all off, I didn’t want it to end. It had to end, of course, but there was so much more to experience and live. There were about a dozen people who’d become part of my life that I would like to follow some more. I am already missing them.

This book is a perfect recommendation for my wife’s book club. It does not get any better than this. Only problem, their size limit is about 400 pages, and this, with 640 pages, is a tad above that.

Be that as it may, it gets four stars from me, which means: read this!

Audio Book

I recently browsed a Reddit post that asked “what is the best book you have ever read” and the first post was “Lonesome Dove.” As I progressed scrolling, there were many books I had read myself, and I agreed that they were very good, but the most common one named was one I had not read:  Lonesome Dove.

My favorite book: there are so many that I would be afraid to say. Probably if I had to pick anything I’d say Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry.

—Stephen King

So I finally read it myself.

Lonesome Dove won the Pulitzer Prize in 1986. The book is 864 printed pages long and it took me quite a while to read it. It’s an epic Western.

The story starts around 1876 in the hot of dusty town of Lonesome Dove on the Texas side of the Rio Grande in south Texas. There are just a few houses, a blacksmith, and of course a saloon with a single prostitute. 

Two retired Texas Rangers, Augustus McCrae whom they call Gus or Mr. Gus and Woodrow Call whom everyone calls Captain Call or the Captain, live together on a ranch with a cantankerous cook and a few ranch hands, many of them former Texas Rangers, with nothing much to do. One day they decide t0 pick up stakes and go on a cattle drive to Montana. In those days, Montana was untamed wilderness. The Captain had the vision to be the first one there to start a cattle ranch. Along the way, they face unspeakable dangers, from the weather, perilous heat and drought, snakes, bears, outlaws, horse thieves and Indians.

Besides the two protagonists there is an unforgettable cast of characters, all of them deeply developed, their lives intertwined and their fates interconnected, to make for a kaleidoscopic story of lust, love, regret, hope, sorrow, pain, loyalty, grit, grit and grit, showing us the unyielding spirit of the American West.

The story plays just 100 years before I myself landed there in the Arizona desert in 1977. How much has changed since then, and yet, how much does the land still look the same! Today I can drive from Texas to Montana in three days. It took the cattle drive six months.

I learned so much. For instance, I studied up on the Texas Rangers. Before reading Lonesome Dove, Texas Rangers just were some exotic law enforcement men in – yes, Texas. Now I know they are among the oldest law-enforcement institutions in the United States. The Ranger tradition is generally traced to 1823, when Stephen F. Austin arranged for small groups of armed men to “range” through the territory and protect Anglo-American settlements. The provisional Texas government formally authorized a Ranger force in 1835, shortly before the Texas Revolution.

I also realized how brutal and lawless life was in the West in those days. Romanticized westerns are not giving us the right, clear picture. Read Lonesome Dove and understand, yes – feel the brutality of life for those early settlers in the West. Read Lonesome Dove and get a sense of the utter cruelty that was inflicted on the Native Americans and how they were systematically decimated and brutalized by the white conquerors. Read Lonesome Dove and forever change your view of the romantic “Cowboys and Indians” lore that we have all been spoon fed with.

Lonesome Dove was the first book of what became a series of four books, two prequels and one sequel.

There is also an epic miniseries for television: Lonesome Dove (1989): The foundational miniseries starring Robert Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones, which follows the retired Rangers on their arduous cattle drive from Texas to Montana. In addition, several other series have been created about the prequels and sequels. I will first watch the 1989 series to match the book I have just read, and I may follow through with the other ones, if I decide to read those (if I find the time).

Lonesome Dove will definitely be on my personal list of the top 10 best books I have ever read.

4 stars

I have always been fascinated by crows. They are known to be extremely smart and they can recognize and remember human faces. We have a lot of crows in our neighborhood, and I have been trying to befriend them. There is a bag of peanuts in their shells in our vestibule. When I see a crow perching on our roof or on the lamppost out by the street, I go get a couple of peanuts and put them outside while they can see me. No takers yet, no crow friends, but I will keep trying.

The protagonist of Hollow Kingdom is a domesticated crow. The crow is the narrator. The entire novel does not have a single human character. The only referenced human is Big Jim, who rescued the crow when he was just a chick and raised him as a pet. We know about Big Jim only based on flashbacks told by the crow.

Big Jim had named the crow Shit Turd, but he goes by S.T. (not surprisingly). His other pet is Dennis. S.T describes him this way:

Dennis is a bloodhound and has the IQ of a dead opossum. Honestly, I have met turkeys with more brain cells. I’d suggested to Big Jim that we oust Dennis because of his weapons-grade incompetence, but Big Jim never listened, intent on keeping a housemate that has zero impulse control and spends 94 percent of his time licking his balls.

Yes, S.T. thinks and talks like a human. In fact, all the animals in Hollow Kingdom talk, all the way from whales to spiders.

This book is about an apocalypse. All the humans get sick and eventually die of some virus, but not before they mutate in grotesque ways. Think of zombies that do nothing but eat each other and their pets. That’s got to suck if you are a dog or a cat trapped in a house with a sick human.

S.T. calls humans MoFos, based on the name Big Jim had for them. As he realizes that the MoFos are all going crazy, he goes on a mission to “free the domestics.” But how do you open doors and windows to let them out if you are just a crow, and your only friend is a (stupid) dog?

Hollow Kingdom reminded me a little of Stephen King’s The Stand. The premise in The Stand is that a manufactured disease kills off almost all of humanity. Only a very, very few survive to rebuild society. The entire story is based on a group of survivors trying to make a new world. In Hollow Kingdom, humanity disappears and nature comes back. Domesticated and wild animals try to make sense of what is happening.

Hollow Kingdom is a black comedy and satire, wrapped in a fable. It made me think about how fragile our society is, and how easily humanity could devolve.

Shit Turd’s point of view is delightful and comical. Overall, this book is unlike anything I have ever read before. Extremely readable, it’s also completely whacky.

I could not help but give it 4 stars.

Reading Hollow Kingdom is a whacky adventure.

I usually do not review books twice, let alone change my rating, but I am making an exception here with The Ruining Heaven. To explain, I have to backtrack to September 2015, when I first reviewed Hawser, by J Hardy Carroll. I stand by my review at that that time, so I won’t repeat it here, but I am upgrading my rating to four out of four stars.

I came across my review of Hawser by accident, following some comments in my blog, and I found myself in a memory block. While I had read the book, and reviewed it, and corresponded with the author directly about it, I oddly had no memory of  the details of the book. Granted, it’s been ten years, but you’d think I’d remember.

Nothing.

So I went to Amazon and tried to find it – but it did not appear to exist. Now I was really puzzled. How is it possible that I read a book, reviewed it, rated it highly, wrote a blog entry, and remembered nothing? And then the book does not seem to exist?

I then searched my emails for the author’s name and wrote to him. He responded within minutes, advised that he had edited the book and republished it under a new name, The Ruining Heaven. Oddly, the book is only available in paperback on Amazon, and since I am not reading hardcopy books anymore, I didn’t want to buy it in that format. Because by now I had decided that I’d have to reread this to figure out how I could possibly forget all about it. The author was kind enough to send me the Kindle version directly, along with two sequels (which I have not read yet).

Why did I forget all about it? It’s a very poignant story, particularly as some of the action takes place in wartime Germany, namely Silesia, where my own father was a child refugee during that exact time. The emotional damage inflicted on him from those experiences are still haunting him today, at age 89, and he keeps retelling the horrors he lived through. Ironically, I finished reading The Ruining Heaven while in a hotel room in Germany just a few days ago, right after having just talked to my father about just those times.

Why did I forget all about it? Two thoughts:

First, when you read as many books as I do, of as many different genres, it’s apparently possible to move on to the next one and erase the previous one. Sometimes, once I write the review, it frees me up to move on. There are only  that many grey cells available as I get older, and I need to clear the slate.

Second, the subject matter in the book is highly disturbing. War stories are never pleasant, and this one is crushing on many levels. Just like we tend to forget the hard periods in our lives, the embarrassing moments, the challenging episodes, as a natural block for our sanity, I may have blocked out most of this book just to protect myself and move on to better things.

Either way, The Ruining Heaven is a powerful war story. I thank the author for sending me the book and I highly recommend it, paperback and all.

From the outside it would look as if Kate Whittier was living a dream life in Southern California. Her husband is a successful businessman from an old-money New England family. They have two well-adjusted kids in elementary and middle school. She lives in a gorgeous home in a gated community north of San Diego. Her life revolves around her family and their friends. Taking the kids to soccer practice and games, attending family parties, taking walks along the San Diego beaches.

But Kate feels like an impostor in her own life. She comes from a broken family, and there are enough nightmares in her past that she has hidden her childhood and youth from all her friends and her husband. She thinks they don’t know who she is, the believes she is living a lie, and has been doing that for decades.

When her husband suddenly confesses to a sexual indiscretion, her life comes crashing down, and the lies and deceptions no longer hold up. In a matter of days, her peaceful and successful life unravels into a maelstrom of emotional chaos, confusion and even amnesia. While she is vulnerable and exposed, the demons of her past come knocking, and suddenly there seems to be no way out.

I would not normally pick up this book to read. The cover does not talk to me, and the description on the back is not about a subject I would choose read a novel about. But the paths of books into my life are sometimes mysterious, and I definitely  like to pick up material at random just to open my horizon.

My wife is in a book club of about a dozen women.  They read a book a month, and then meet and discuss it over dinner at one of their homes. Sometimes I read their book, if it’s the kind that interests me. Last month, they read Anastasia Zadeik’s second book,  The Other Side of Nothing. It turns out that one of the members knew the author and invited her to the book club meeting discussing that book. She came, and apparently they had a great meeting, the author posted about it in her Instagram page later, and left some hardcopies of her first novel with them, autographed. When my wife brought one of the copies home, I picked it up and started reading that night on the couch, and — could not put it down.

Blurred Fates is Zadeik’s first novel. I have read and reviewed the first works of other authors, sometimes by their personal invitations. (If you review as many books as I do, sometimes authors send you their books and ask for reviews. I have had a few of those). Blurred Fates stands out among first novels for a number of reasons:

It is impeccably edited. There isn’t a typo, there aren’t any grammatical errors that I noticed.

It is written in the first person present tense, which is unusual. But it also creates a sense of pace and urgency. Everything is happening right in front of the reader. It it hard to write that way, but Zadeik pulls it off effortlessly. I was right there with her all along, inside Kate’s head.

Being in someone’s head, in their thoughts, can be exhausting for the reader. I believe it’s also hard to write that way. But even with those challenges, Kate’s emotional and psychological turmoil never seems unreal. As a reader, you become Kate, and you feel her anguish and terror.

The author did a remarkable job with this novel. I am sure her second one, The Other Side of Nothing, is just as good.

Blurred Fates is a well-structured story about a subject of our times, namely rape, sexual abuse, domestic violence and child abandonment, and the permanent, lifelong psychological trauma that victims have to live with. With that, the author takes on a challenging subject and handles it well.

I also enjoyed her description of Kate’s life in San Diego. I live here, and I felt like I have been at her house and her community. I have driven by the soccer practices that she went to. I have shopped at the Vons and gone to the same Starbucks she is describing. And I have been to the same beaches. Those images and feelings brought it home even more vivid and clear than otherwise. This story played in my neighborhood.

I finished the book last night – I cranked through the last third of the book, and when I closed it and looked up, it was 1:25am. Need I point out: It’s a page turner.

Demon Copperhead is the nickname of Damon Fields, a boy who is born in Lee County, Virginia. In the heart of Appalachia, Lee County is the westernmost tip of Virginia, where Virginia, Kentucky and Tennessee meet.  In 2023, it had a population of 21,745. The story begins with Damon’s birth in the 1980s. His father had already died a few months before in a tragic accident when diving into shallow water. His teenage mother was destitute but committed to raising her son as best she could.

Damon had copper-colored hair and his father’s good looks. But that is where his fortune ended. His early childhood is marked by extreme poverty, growing up in a single-wide trailer with his young mother who is using drugs. At the age of eleven, when his mother takes an accidental overdose, he becomes a full orphan and has to navigate life through foster homes with rampant abuse and one devastating setback after another. He grows up through sheer tenacity, an indomitable spirit, and with the help of a few key figures in his life.

Through the book we follow Damon from his early childhood through his adolescent years into early – very early – adulthood.

Demon Copperhead won the Pulitzer Prize. It is modeled after David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens, which I have not yet read – but I think I will after reading this book. It is also eerily reminiscent of some of the stories told by J.D. Vance in his autobiography Hillbilly Elegy, which I had just read and reviewed in August.

The book tackles the plight of prescription painkillers that have addicted an entire generation of American youth, particularly in the South and in the poorer stretches of this country. It also tells about the social services “safety net” and what it can deliver – or can’t deliver – for some of the most vulnerable members of our society.

Reading Demon Copperhead, you will get to know him very well, but you’ll also make the acquaintance of a number of other memorable characters, including Fast Forward, Maggot, Dori, the ever good Tommy, and the elusive and thoroughly damaged Swapout.

I read this book over Christmas 2024, and it was mostly a depressing and shocking adventure, but one I am glad I went through. My rating key for four star books says:

Must read. Inspiring. Classic. Want to read again. I learned profound lessons. Just beautiful. I cried.

Well, only “must read” and “I learned profound lessons” applies to this one, but it’s definitely, absolutely a four star novel.